good old days versus good OLD days
October 5, 2009
In the good old days, I’d be nine years dead already, if I were lucky.
Most of my ancestors on my father’s side are buried in New England. Until the Pomeroy sisters showed up, life (for the men, at least) was short.
Isaac Newton Watts (no kidding) and his great-great-great-grandson Isaac.
The most hated math professor ever at Dartmouth College, and his great-great-grandson John.
My great-great-grandfather, made it all the way to 49.
Other uncles and cousins.
Then, Mary (Mary Fuller Chase, above) and Emma Pomeroy married into the Chase and Lord families, and things got a tad better. I knew all these people when I was a kid, they were in their 80s and 90s then, and still somewhat up and around (my great-grandfather was still working on his orange grove at age 88 or 89).
His brother. I ought to wander down to Milton, just for the sake of completeness.
And their cousin, Emma’s daughter, Laura Woolsey Lord Scales.